Poems About "Meditation"

I do not rise each day to fight,
but to remember I was never lost.
Not broken,
Not forgotten,
Just hidden behind the noise.

There is no bell to ring,
no altar to kneel at—
only the hush between heartbeats
that...

He stands, arms folded,
the forest alive around him.
Sunlight filters through the green,
but he's calm, rooted,
like he belongs here.

Maybe he's thinking,
maybe just breathing,
but in this moment,
he's part of...

He wanders slowly,
hands in his pockets,
eyes tracing the faces
frozen in time,
their stories reaching out
from the quiet walls.

The floor creaks softly beneath him,
but the air feels heavy
weighted with...